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Engie with a big lollipop and a propeller hat
girls night out
Since I’m homestucking I want to share my month year old Tavros bust I did for my friend
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Rhys if he stayed with Jack. Asshole FEATURING HANDSOME JACK ART BY MY LOVELY FRIEND @dogfordog GO SAY HI!!
YASSSSS YESSSS YEEEEEEES YEEEES YEEESSSS
What a fine young man! Certainly he's well-established and given a meaningful role within the narrative!
Reminder that you are loved
Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.
That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.
The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.
I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.
Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?
How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.
Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.
What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.
🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸
I didn’t know how to comment you otherwise but thank you for your response! I was thinking about it and I was reading other thoughts people made. Didn’t like much of them but came up with my own instead. I think I like one sided (from seawatt) seavbo instead. This is my language
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here
Parkour civilization and PvP civilization (also Kenadian) shipchart.
US federal employees will no longer be observing:
MLK day
Black history month
Women's history month
Holocaust Day of Remembrance
API heritage month
Pride
Juneteenth
Women's equality day
Hispanic heritage month
Disability awareness month
Native American heritage month
they've also shut down all affinity/resource/networking groups for minorities
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